Reborn 1980: The Group Dotes on the Blessed Wife and Brings Space to Get Rich

Chapter 8 Making a Patchwork Bag
The uneven stack of money was pinched by Father Yang's rough fingers and put into Yang Liu's palm.

Yang Liu clenched her hands tightly, her nose was sore.

She put her face on her father's lap, closed her eyes gently, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

"What's the matter, worried about the money? Don't worry, there are two little piggies at home. Let Wu Laoliu lead one later, can people be suffocated by this little money?"

The corner of Yang Liu's mouth curled up, and he shook his head: "No need, I'll figure out what to do with the rest of the money."

Father Yang lowered his voice and asked, "It's not that you're worried about money, but you're worried that Zhiyu will have a twisted mind after returning to the city and don't want you two? Let me tell you, Zhiyu is not that kind of person."

"Well, I know!" Yang Liu chuckled, stood up and sat beside her father.

Father Yang looked sideways at his daughter with a serious expression: "Let me tell you, take ten thousand steps back and say that Zhiyu really has an idea, and you mustn't be spineless. If you follow Zhang Sanya's example of crying, making trouble and hanging yourself, I will I want to smoke you."

"Dad, I don't know. If Zhiyu has any wrong thoughts, I'll dump him immediately, and then find a man who is thousands of times better than him to be your son-in-law, okay?"

Father Yang glared at his daughter: "Zhiyu is the best, where can we find someone who is thousands of times better than him?"

Yang Liu couldn't help smiling: "Dad, you told me to have a backbone, but you tried your best to protect him."

After waking up, Lin Zhiyu, who was about to go out, was angered by Yang Liu's words. He only remembered that Yang Liu said that he wanted to find a man who was thousands of times better than himself.

He turned around and went back to lie down again, pulling the quilt over his head and sulking.

Yang Liu talked with her father for a while and then went back to the house. Seeing that Zhiyu was covering his head, he thought he was still sleeping, so he lightly moved the sewing machine from the house to the yard, and then moved out the basket containing the rags. .

Yang's mother came out after getting up, saw her set up a stall in the yard, came over and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Make a few bags. Tomorrow I will accompany Zhiyu to the county seat to see if I can sell them for some money."

"What can these rags do? They are leftovers from making clothes for others." Yang's mother was very skeptical. She thought that these things could at most be used as insoles or to patch clothes.

"Mom, wait until I'm done." Yang Liu was busy with her head lowered, talking to her mother with a smile.

A few years ago, Yang’s father entrusted Yang Liu to go to a tailor shop in the town to learn the craft. The rural people are poor, and when the conditions are good, the family members can make a set of clothes during the Chinese New Year. It was to help people make up some patches, so she brought back a lot of rags from the tailor shop in the town.

Yang's mother went to the kitchen and poured her a porcelain cup of cold boiled water and put it beside her, then called Xiao Linbo up to work on the mountain.

Yang's family lives at the foot of the mountain, with a single family. Half of the field is flat in front and half is on the mountain. The harvest is not good. Fortunately, the area behind the house is allotted to their family, so it is very convenient to get firewood.

Yangliu used several pieces of light-colored cloth with similar colors to form a geometric pattern, embossed the pattern with thread, and finally sewed a few small flowers by hand, and made a hand-wrapped hand strap with the same color cloth, and a delicate small bag was made.

Decades later, many people like to make such quilts, but instead of using rags, the batik fabrics they buy are more expensive than bags.

Lin Zhiyu buried his head and fell asleep again. When he came out, Yang Liu had already made three small buns, one big, one small, one small.

And Yang Liu is making a backpack.

Lin Zhiyu stood aside and looked at it for a while, then asked incredulously, "Is this made of rags?"

"Yeah, am I good?" Yang Liu looked up at Lin Zhiyu, moved his sore neck and shoulders, Lin Zhiyu hurriedly walked behind her and squeezed her shoulders.

"When did you learn this?"

"I still need to learn?" Yang Liu boasted brazenly: "I'm so smart, I can do it after thinking about it."

Although she thought Yang Liu was very powerful, she was still a bit thick-skinned for boasting so much, so he just smiled and said nothing.

(End of this chapter)